→ voice. twenty-four.
[So there's that difficult walk downstairs, being lead by one sole soldier. Of course, he's got guns and knives and whatever, and Sora's seen what happens when other people act up--electrical shocks. He has been on the receiving end of a Thundaga far too much to try and fight physically. So, instead, he'll fight verbally, if this guy speaks up...]
... what do they want a pipsqueak like you for?
[... and of course, he does. That little statement sends Sora off like a cannon, and he bites back practically five nanoseconds afterward, practically biting off his head.]
I'm sixteen.
[A snort from the soldier.]
Pipsqueak.
[Sora huffs, irritated, before he tips his chin up, his voice slightly proud.]
For my Keyblade, pro'lly.
[Another snort--and a snickering laugh.]
Keyblade. What kind of weapon is that? How is that dangerous?
[There's a pause, before there's a snicker. It's Sora this time.]
I dunno, why don't you ask all the soldiers down there that lost, to me?
[Oh, snap. And through the silence, you can practically hear the soldier's scowl before a door opens--and a sharp yelp from Sora means he's thrown in. Distantly--]
Ow.
... what do they want a pipsqueak like you for?
[... and of course, he does. That little statement sends Sora off like a cannon, and he bites back practically five nanoseconds afterward, practically biting off his head.]
I'm sixteen.
[A snort from the soldier.]
Pipsqueak.
[Sora huffs, irritated, before he tips his chin up, his voice slightly proud.]
For my Keyblade, pro'lly.
[Another snort--and a snickering laugh.]
Keyblade. What kind of weapon is that? How is that dangerous?
[There's a pause, before there's a snicker. It's Sora this time.]
I dunno, why don't you ask all the soldiers down there that lost, to me?
[Oh, snap. And through the silence, you can practically hear the soldier's scowl before a door opens--and a sharp yelp from Sora means he's thrown in. Distantly--]
Ow.